The door had been blasted, slammed, shot and slashed, and still, it stood. It was part of a steel cap that went around the room, the weakest part of several layers of rolled steel and depleted uranium, and it still stood.

Genji's sword glowed its bright green as he finished his last assault. The door had taken deep gouges and cuts to its metal face, but now electric lines were exposed. Twice had Genji almost been caught by them, and Evelyn wasn't going to risk such an ally.

She already lost one in Widowmaker.

It didn't matter what Genji and Evelyn did; she just would not step from behind the desk. She sat with her knees brought to her chest and her eyes wide, and where makeup had been removed, Evelyn could see blotches of blue and brown appearing and fading like they were battling for dominance. Her fists were clenched, so getting the strength augmentation devices off her was impossible.

"What happened" Genji snarled, "How did this happen?" He eyed the still and calm Ashe, who was kneeling over BOB,

Evelyn wasn't going to indulge his questions. To her, it was painfully obvious what had happened, who had betrayed her and why. Sitting in front of Widowmaker, just looking at her, was enough to tell.

"Widow," She said, ignoring Genji as best she could. "Please, we need you back."

"She won't be getting us back," Guillard said to Widowmaker. Widowmaker glared at her.

"Self-hatred is such a bad trait." Guillard continued.

"Eat shit, whore"

"No wonder you're popular."

Guillard and Widowmaker couldn't help but look at each other. It was impossible to tell where one started and the other began, their limbs fused together and both forced to sit and face each other. Blue and brown moved and shifted on their fused limbs but never mixed. Sometimes the blue would travel up Guillard's arms. Sometimes the natural skin colour would trace slightly up Widowmaker's arms. But they never stayed for long. Both knew where they were; Guillard wondered if Widowmaker had chosen it to make her uncomfortable. The bed was still red, the corpse still warm, and Guillard and Widowmaker sat in the centre of the bedroom, knowing that the Guillard in the bed would wake to find her husband slit from throat to groin in the middle of the night. By herself, but how would she ever know?

"I'm still amazed we slept through that", Guillard mentioned, motioning to the still and sleeping Guillard in the bed.

"I thought it would be funny for you to wake up in the morning to find that," Widowmaker said with a grin. "It was funny."

"Looking back, I agree. He was a piece of shit" Guillard shrugged. "This only ends when one of us gives up control, it might as well be you," Guillard said.

"Why's that?"

"You're the nasty bit. The Jekyll to my Hyde. We'd both be happier if you were dead."

"What do you know?" Widowmaker shot back. Her voice took on a mocking tone. "Why would I want to be Guillard? A girl so weak she had to rely on others to feel whole. First, it was that fool I murdered, then it was Lena, now it's those two suicidal traitors."

Guillard took it all on the chin. It was what she was expecting. Frankly, she was surprised she was so calm. The blue had retreated to Widowmaker's elbows.

"One person split into two," She said slowly. "There was always going to be complications."

"One person split into two," Widowmaker said with her mocking voice. "Where do you think you are? We weren't split. No, I checked. The scientists here knew what makes a good agent. I'm not you're "dark side". I'm the only side of us that's strong. All that was brave, strong and capable they put into me. You were only ever a transport case, something for me to manipulate and coordinate to where I needed to be" The blue had stopped at the elbows, edging forward ever so slightly. Guillard nodded.

"I had suspected that. I secretly hoped that-

"That what, I'm artificial? Please. You're the artificial one"

The blue was coming back. Quicker than last time. Guillard thought quickly.

"So then," She exclaimed. "We were always bleeding into each other"

"That's obvious. But once I take over-"

"Once you take over, you'll lose what you feel for Evelyn", Widowmaker exclaimed. The blue stopped abruptly.

"What?" Widowmaker's voice was dangerously low, Guillard pressed forward.

"Think about it! You say I'm the weak one, the one that has everything not needed for the kill. Fear, compassion, love."

"And?"

"And if I'm expunged or whatever it is, you will lose that. Your love for Evelyn, all you care about," Guillard was beginning to understand. The other side kept bleeding through all the time, changing the different personalities, bringing them closer. And that meant that it was impossible to cut away one.

"All this time, I thought you were everything wrong with me. All the times I have ever been cruel or harsh. I thought that was put into you."

"Idiot. Nothing "bad" was put into making me. Cruelty? No good assassin is cruel.."

"... I see" Guillard didn't know how to feel. All her previous plans to cut her away was gone. It would be impossible. Besides, cut her away, and she lost all bravery and ability. They needed each other. It was as she feared.

"Now what?" Widowmaker asked. "Are we going to do this forever? Just wait until our body decays and you win by default?"

"I won't be winning. Not with someone like you in my head."

"We don't know who which one of us is!" Widowmaker spat. "Which part went into which side? How much has bled through, how much of ourselves is left?"

Neither said anything for a moment, both assessing their options. Widowmaker sighed.

"You know, It's tiring having a conscience."

"And that bit went to me, did it?" Guillard replied. She smiled. "How would you like it back?"

To Guillard's surprise, Widowmaker sank as low as she could. Her arms and feet still ended where Guillard began, but Guillard was not forced down with her. Guillard could watch her on the floor, even while they were connected to each other. She didn't understand how it worked.

"Not completely. Maybe I grew one. Maybe it's separate from you. Both of us growing from the same point,"

"Perhaps" Guillard could feel a plan growing. She quietly sank to Widowmaker's level. "It is tiring."

Widowmaker grinned. "I know. So, let me offer you an ultimatum. I take it all. Everything you hate about yourself, all of it. You yield those parts up to me, and you live without it."

Guillard almost laughed at the suggestion. At that moment, however, Guillard felt her will extend over Widowmaker. The brown jumped forward up to Widowmaker's shoulders. Widowmaker grimaced.

"Stop it! I don't want to become you again."

"You already are", Guillard replied. The new understanding was allowing her to absorb the rest of Widowmaker easier than it was before. They were not separate people; they had always been the same person. She had known it for a long time. One couldn't kill the other without killing themselves. It wasn't just that Widowmaker was cruel. She lacked everything that could temper her. Compassion, empathy, Guillard understood. She had flaws. She wouldn't deny it. But Widowmaker had all the vices and none of the virtues. All Guillard had to do was bleed through the good, and she might stop. She might win.

Widowmaker was becoming smaller and smaller by the second. Guillard watched, feeling the flow of emotion and thought like standing under a waterfall, letting it wash over her.

Widowmaker was gone, and Guillard stood alone, the last remnants of blue on her hands.

Then she saw the blood. Memories flooded her, and she began to see the face of people WIdowmaker had killed. Some were just silhouettes, some she knew well. She felt the warm blood spray as she killed David. The thrill of killing the Omnic speaker after such a long battle, and finally, her first kill.

Evelyn watched as she killed her husband with her own hands, how she attacked him over and over again with sadistic joy filling her heart.

Guillard screamed, and the blue came back like a flood.

"Make room"

Evelyn turned to see Widowmaker standing like a drunk, swaying on her feet and her skin mottled and clammy. Evelyn opened her mouth only to be rudely shoved away like a ragdoll. The door that had been subjected to everything Evelyn and Genji could give it was suddenly ripped off its hinges through the combined efforts of Widowmaker and Evelyn, grunting in effort. Evelyn watched the steel bend in Widowmaker's hands. Evelyn had known that Guillard was strong, but it was only then she understood how strong. Even without the strength augmentation, she would be an easy match for Evelyn herself.

The outside was carnage. Wounded soldiers were milling around with broken arms and legs and moaning in agony. The medic for the place had been killed. Evelyn felt her knees buckle and held onto the door hinges to stop herself from sinking to her knees. One night. It only took one night, and her leadership of Blackwatch was over. Blackwatch itself was over.

"Our fearless leader!" Said a voice from behind her. The only one not injured, doing her best to show it. She had a barely noticeable smirk on her face. "How genius of you, kidnapping me than hiding behind a door while the rest of us fought for our lives!" the rest grumbled their agreement. Even those who had been on Evelyn's side looked at her with contempt.

Evelyn didn't reply. She took in the hatred on her soldiers' faces, their disgust. Had they known how hard she had tried to escape. They needed leadership-
No. She told herself. They need revenge.

"Widowmaker, Genji," She said. Genji watched carefully.

"They declared war on us. Let's finish it on our terms. Both of you come with me and-"

Genji was floored by a single punch from Widowmaker, cracking his armour and revealing the flesh beneath. He went down, and Evelyn watched in disbelief.

Then, in a fit of rage, she shoved past everyone to the nearest room and, in a single movement, punched through the wall to the outside.